He took a few steps and flicked her forehead with his finger.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Ember exclaimed in pain as she faced Emir.
"What are you thinking?" Emir asked her.
"Nothing," she replied, thinking it wasn't the right time to bring up her concerns.
"So, how do I look?" he asked.
"You look good," her mind filled with thoughts, causing her to respond without a proper look.
Just as Emir was about to say something else, there was a knock on the door. "Who?" Emir asked. "It's the hairstylist, sir," came the reply from outside.
As the hairstylist entered, Ember looked at Dylan in surprise. "Why the hairstylist?" she wondered because she thought it was just a common photoshoot, and Emir was quite popular as a model.
"See how much attention your boyfriend is getting from the college," he replied with a smile. Every time Emir referred to him as her boyfriend, Ember couldn't help but feel flustered.
As the hairstylist worked on Emir's hair and makeup, she couldn't help but wonder, "Why are they applying makeup to him? Isn't he already looking fresh and ready?"
"Why are you staring at me?" Emir asked, noticing Ember's unwavering gaze.
"Who's staring at you?" she said, blinking multiple times to relax her eyes. When she saw Emir chuckling at her, she defensively said, "I'm not."
Emir teased her, "I can tell you're blushing."
This embarrassed Ember, causing her to start avoiding his gaze. Once the hairstyling and makeup were done, Emir dismissed the stylists, saying, "You can go out. Tell me when the set is ready."
When the door closed, Emir asked Ember, "Don't tell me you like my hairstylist."
"No!" Ember quickly replied, thinking, 'How could I like someone else when you're here?'
Emir started laughing and said, "I'm just teasing you."
"You always do that to me," she sighed.
Another knock on the door interrupted their conversation, "Sir, the set is ready. You can come."
"Okay," Emir replied.